snow on the mountains
On the way to work today, looking left from the hill at Bústaðavegur, Esja was barely visible through a shroud of thick ghostly clouds. But there were one or two breaks in the clouds and through them we could see that while we were asleep, the upper flanks of Esja had been dusted in powdery snow. And just yesterday the mountain was looking so green and lush. Winter is on its unstoppable march.